November 06, 2005

Hangin' Out With Ma

Despite being sick Friday, I still made it up to my ma's place to give her a hand. Yes, it's November, and that means it's time to move again. However, this is the last move she intends to make... she's back up with my brother's and sister, and nephews and nieces. Next Saturday is the day to move all of the heavy stuff. In the meantime, we'll be taking all of the smaller items, and getting them situated. That's what I was there for on Friday eve... unfortunately, I felt like butt, so we only managed to move one load.

After we got everything unloaded, she insisted on taking me to get a bite to eat. Though I wasn't really hungry, I knew I could do with some food, so we went to a Fazoli's.

This place has some kickass breadsticks... I've heard that before, but never been to one of these restaurants until Friday. After trying them, I have to agree. But these breadsticks also caused me a bit of embarassment.

My mother and I were getting our drinks at the dispensers, and I happened to look up just in time to see a woman taking a bite of a breadstick. I mean, this was a big, deep bite. She had over half of the thing slowly going into her mouth... I'll admit it. It was a bit of a turn on. But I was waiting on the gag reflex... it was that far in. Not thinking about who I was with, I started chuckling to myself as I turned to make a comment about folks deepthroating breadsticks. Thank Gott that I realized my mistake before I actually made it. I probably would have been slapped upside the melon in front of everyone, had I said that.

Well, I turned a bit red (I could feel it) as my mom asked what was so funny. Of course, I just told her that I had thought of a stupid joke, but it was too stupid to let her in on. Meanwhile, I had looked back at the other woman, and she caught me chuckling at her, embarassing me further. I don't know why... I wasn't the one aspirating breadsticks!

We moved back to our table, where I viciously cut my breadsticks into small pieces, and managed to only eat about 1/4 of my lasagna. I just wasn't feeling up to eating. So my mom hooks me up by telling the manager (who had come around asking if our meals were alright) that I wasn't feeling very well, and I would need a box to take home what I couldn't eat. She made sure that he could understand her... as did most of the restaurant. Heheheh...

Moms... the natural ego checks.

Posted by That 1 Guy at November 6, 2005 12:03 PM

I beg to differ, have a toddler grab your boob in public, that my dear is an ego check

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at November 6, 2005 12:36 PM

How about having a toddler that isn't your own grab your boob in public... THAT is embarassing...

Posted by: Princess Cat at November 6, 2005 02:05 PM

Cut YOUR breadstick up, huh!! Didn't want her thinking the same thing about you? HAHA. Too funny. Thats exactly why I break a banana into pieces when I eat them in public. There are certain foods that just add sex appeal.

Posted by: Sticks at November 6, 2005 03:49 PM

Big guy like you having trouble finishing a meal? Hope you feel better soon.

And you already know how my mom keeps my ego in check.

Posted by: RSM at November 6, 2005 08:42 PM

Oh how about having a baby pull your boob out the top of your t-shirt. That's a real ego check. On every plane. (Yeah, I blogged that story much to the horror of my family...)

Aspirating a breadstick. LOL! That was classic. If you see her again, tell her to stay away from the cocoa puffs...

Posted by: Bou at November 6, 2005 09:44 PM

.. remember that scene in "Fast Times at Ridgemont High"... I still can't even read the name Pheobe Cates without getting overly excited...

Posted by: Eric at November 7, 2005 07:05 AM

I saw a women do something very similar at an Olive Garden once... but I think she knew what she was doing as she was sitting at a table with another guy.

Posted by: Contagion at November 7, 2005 07:39 AM

I'm with Oddy, I have had a toddler come up to me and carass my boob while in a bathing suit. I avoided said toddler for months after that.

Fazoli's kicks ass for being fast food Italian. We get it though drive threw and ask for extra breadsticks. We usually end up with a dozen.

They are yummy yummy yummy!

Posted by: Machelle at November 7, 2005 07:53 AM

breadsticks....husband loved this story, he will go out for Italian with an entire different outlook.

I will always be careful when eating in front of men...thanks for the lesson.

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at November 7, 2005 08:11 AM


Posted by: oddybobo at November 7, 2005 08:17 AM

Must remember to cut up bananas and breadsticks in public. Sigh. I just can't remember all this stuff.

Posted by: vw bug at November 8, 2005 06:09 AM